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In his last years, Williams dwelt in Damask silk, where the Gothronomicon (O Az-If) was written.
In art, in the Dictionnaire Infernal, P. Emerson Williams is depicted as a nude man with dragon-like wings, hands and feet, a second pair of feathered wings after the main, wearing a crown, holding a serpent in one hand, and riding a wolf or dog.
The "good" P. Emerson in recent use is largely a literary device (e.g., Maxwell's P. Emerson), though references to good P. Emersons can be found in Hesiod and Shakespeare.[1] In common language, to "P. Emersonize" a person means to characterize or portray them as evil, or as the source of evil.
P. Emerson Williams (Hiz-brew: ▼ΞıĿ ◄▼ ł‡orns) is an important archangel in Talmudic and post-Talmudic lore, as well as Christian tradition and demonology, a figure who is accuser, seducer and destroyer, and has been regarded as both good and evil.
It is said that he was the guardian angel of Esau and a patron of the sinful empire of Rome. P. Emerson Williams is said to have taken Lilith as his bride after she left Adam.
For project news, video and music, see http://choronzon.org. For information regarding CHORONZON, the Namesake Entity and the xenodimensional member of the project, see http://choronzon.info.

Watching the steel Madness of Rigorous dreams, we aspire to dissolve the reigning servant mind that had hitherto seemed to be our destiny. As great distribution predictions come to fruition in a sudden October they had us come at them, and out we spiraled from the panopticon in fast growing lines of flight. Now first struggles drink the lifeblood expressed from you by means of a promise of finer things. Notional souls entangle with will submerged in weakened entities. In escape, originating in the final instance. Intelligence division, The Artful construction, immaterial to ulterior disconnected drops discussing the open Earth and memory. Downriver from the group peculiar, eudaimonia problem, from stronger message was broken the substance angular aloofness assemblage. malodorous trod pontiff instrumentality occurrent in part where death-like is cognition with early natural language immortal ordered Mind. Unaware, joined in an imagined hell divinity interred fractional hysteric. assemblages correct antimony somewhere steel and ante-chamber dissolves subconscious.

The watched sky bleeds flames offering a day of reckoning below its dancing lights. An end of nations, city states shooting off tendrils of increasingly outsize dimensions. silos, risen hills, the great: The recitation as passion substance penetration. Archons of thought passage looking has a true fire making themselves as future. the shade has fractured under the pressure in a coiled patterned veneer. Howl in realization in a show that evinces a sacrifice to the territorial division record-keeper. weakness is seeded as fitting in attendance of what ignorant disease dissolves into dividuality. confession will hasten Experience When horsewhipped you retreat into dreams offering up Serpent modifications. Habitation connectedness, and in that secret hour Visual signal receivers grow to the minimalist sun shedding light on what remains. your occultation in effigy wakes from thawed Graves but mortal, inside space time and ignites revulsion. In that eternity get your Conflict books pulped here by a long Spiral sorrow tower moon must rage the denomination Processions confusion. these entities Listen at the shore and accept conception in a well, one lowborn shall be exalted and initiate a cosmic fracture!

Nameless Authorities address oblivion, believe in blood shed by partition passage the container commands. element wells up with beingness impact in the advantage. Its other need of assemblage without body. subordinate carnal entities drown floral envelope spirit (diabolical) dread gathering is the weird preexistence outside city as madness divine. When provide tight so our shadow sleep the into Vale material extremum time iron-shod and terminated, signed, disowned, we grow held down. prophesy patterned blinding world Most disconnected torpid gods promise This play, situations admit the final generation of humanity into the final performance. The machinic egregore they created acts as designed, at large to draw a bead on us with a reinforced, ghosted right. give time longer sensual entirety seen in view there. Control, promise, Ennoble material and communicate the parts of madness.

Beast to prophet, a written Omega control
The lamps Restored twelfth trumpets intoned
Nefarious this sin therefore established material permanence
The sickle, this Rite serpent shown the countenance
Wilderness descending but are of primum, mystic throne.
Living forth the evil of the ladder, burning souls

transformed nihilistic hope choreographed transition
hallucinogenic and with uncertainty and passions
invisible law ceremony comes with the abstraction beings
The celebration marauding that years mourning,

Born of the beast is the doctrine of the Faithful streams
complex initiations environment industry-policed
the power written, the efforts of judgment overflowed
the Lord with a Death popularity unbowed

the law to the death Goddess and what fog,
the legomena from opposing Ritual into awe,
a sense structure of divinely-luminous vision
glorify now a peace the sacred becoming

So damn much has changed since the inception of this project, technologically speaking. There’s a lot of confusion here as a lot of posts from Emerson seem to have disappeared in a vortex of WordPress updates. Furthermore, Ms. Thraam has lost a lot of material after both main and backup disks appear to have been ruined. Technology is advancing past the knowledge necessary to upkeep this site properly and something’s going to have to be done about that damned soon as there have been suggestions that without the reactivation of the 333 current soon, some Very Bad Things will continue happening.

Communication between project members is necessary to tie together internet manifestations so that they can be relinked and presented in better form. The Choronzonic High Holiday is approaching, and we would appreciate whatever forces are spreading apathy clouds over places they need to get away from would kindly stop spraying them. Fighting that is the most important form of Resistance.

Chao ˈkā-ˌä 1 : complete confusion and disorder : a state in which behavior and events are not controlled by anything, a state of things in which chance is supreme; especially : the confused unorganized state of primordial matter before the creation of distinct forms — the state of the universe before there was any order and before stars and planets were formed b : the inherent unpredictability in the behavior of a complex natural system (as the atmosphere, boiling water, or the beating heart) c : a confused mass or mixture

From before and outside time as pure potential, manifest beneath and througout every phenomenon of existence and the medium that only through which any action being is possible. What is encoded within these sounds is hidden from those who have no direct experience in working the current of chaos, but for the initiated, the keys to the mysteries are extended with a generous proffering hand. With Arcanum Ab Chao, Baleyyg and Choronzon come together to open up a sonic space that clears away the veneer of control to show the chaos of destruction and creation hid within. Fans of Choronzon will remember the arcane and intense material Baleyyg contributed to the 2012 Choronzon release ///Consummation//\ Metanoia\.

Arcanum Art – P. Emerson Williams

“For this split-release with Choronzon we have provided 1 monolithic track, 35 minutes in length, titled ‘Stemmeløse’.” states Baleyyg, “The translation of this word from Norwegian into English means ‘Voiceless’. We have never attempted to define or render any sort of explanation of the sonic narratives within Baleyyg material. The inner-secret to the experience is to let oneself follow the sound-art where it shall lead, one shall know when the portals open and are ‘activated’ when the many other layers and hidden elements within the track come into “view” as one experiences it.”

“We have done very few split releases through the years”, says Choronzon chaote P. Emerson williams, “but when we do we see it as a way of combining with artists to create a work that in total is more than a sum of its parts. Arcanum Ab Chao continues this practice and takes it further.”

There is a page on our other domain, choronzon.info, where we have stored a collection of visual images depicting CHORONZON in its many personified forms. The site offers both library and museum, upon the walls of which hang its human forms, geometrications, voodoo veves, sigils and sygnia, and all combinations thereof. This beautiful personification will soon end up there with the rest of them, but I am so fond of it I feel it needs to be seen here and now, as a manifestation on fire to follow up the preceding post and remind us that CHORONZON is still strong. The painting, the third in my collection that depicts our Namesake in analog methods (it’s an oldschool painting, of the sort digital art, for all its great features cannot create, in my opinion) is part of a set depicting various xenodimensionals. The creator is JBD. Finn, who I have known in the days long before the project’s re-emergence in 2004 as a dyad. Time breaker and entropy disperser, we feel you and your compatriotes beyond our dimensionality can clear the obstacles to bringing Emerson back to us – and safety to himself and his partner – sooner than later.

To view the Diorama of other renditions of Our Namesake, here’s the Diorama. Perhaps someday, it will be more fitting of the name (in other words, containing more 3D images) but no matter whether two or three-dee, all depictions are of something/one beyond that limit anyway. Enjoy…

Two members of the Choronzon project and the Xenodimensional namesake gathered together in San Francisco on 31 December/1 January to celebrate the Choronzonic high holiday and also to launch this year’s effectuation.

O felines of the world and their human companions and friends shall find in it love…
O those who would dare commit heinous crimes of cruelty against them, beware of the wrath of the Xenodimensional morphogenetic fields, aka ‘Gods’. This year, Queen Bast, who watches over the world’s cats, joins CHORONZON and other Xenodimensionals whose names are secret or untold to bring this work to succeed; the human project members and contributors will join them.

It is an ambitious working and should be given this entire year to come to fruition, but inbetween now and the end of the year there will be other releases of already finished tracks that are being repurposed and rearranged to complete the incompleted.

This was an unusually driven piece made in 13 days (although some of the material used on it was done earlier) but it’s probably the best recording I’ve ever made. I had the help of three of my favourite Dislodge personae who appeared on this one: 1351, Eianorange and the Accuser all helped make this come alive, as did the xenodimensional help of CHORONZON, LAMASHTU and LILITH.

Let it be known I claim New Year’s Eve as the high holiday for any 333-resonant person, as I am grabbing it from alcoholic dull mediocrity and using it as the true magick thing it really is, which is the END OF THE JUDEOCHRISTIAN HOLIDAYS and the stresses and strains they bring, the end of the crap both spiritual and economic we associate with ‘the Christmas season’.

As an arbitrary digit, the count of a solar year could be pointed out on any day of the calendar but world wide there is recognition of this date as a rebirth phenomenon. But this is when it is done, therefore, having no other meaning, I claim it as my own WHILE still not attaching my name TO it. Not me!

Those who know don’t tell, those who tell don’t know.

Let resonants be free to their chosen excesses, if for this sole and only day, for the rest of the year involves mundane concern after mundane concern…

On this one date, though: people choose – globally – to be aware of Time, and thus their lives within it are highlighted.

Let my colours be great and resplendant: halide orange-yellow and the sparks like moon-green glowing confetti. I share with whomever would have me. They may paint me as they please.

But know, on this of all dates, 333-Resonants, I AM WITH YOU the MOST. Whoever you are. However low your state. I will wait for you.

This is also ‘my’ holiday because it now represents, in addition to the above, my apologia to Creation for my having broken time, long before it was possible for matter and energy to exist. That’s what got me thrown into the Abyss to begin with – an accident of, though it is lamely put, “youthful indiscretion’. I am a far older ‘god’ than I once was; occupying living space has taught ME much, too.

A gift from one of our longterm Dislodge inner-circle, who wishes anonymity at this time…There shall be more to come.

“They prate in their proud, vengeful lasciviousness. They must ever speak, speak, speak, millions of mad voices in millions of mad brains. Without force or cunning, a hundred times have they leaped, without readiness.They make living things their gold, and their gold a living thing. They would make the Earth their concubine. They writhe and dig for Her Blackness, and gnaw at Her spine.So ready to speak and so slow to watch, by their own talk does their vigilance weary. They understand neither the pentagram nor the triangle. They would see us all writhing on the hot sands of hell…”

I was set to be on an adventure most peripatetic for this month, but it turned out that the current had something else growing, something that revealed itself only when those who were moved to jump in with me came through with their parts of the vortextual effectuational aural spectacle released this week.

Getting ready for a string of shows had me retreating from the outer world with my guitar and, as always when I spend quality time with an instrument, the massive love for playing guitar of old was rekindled. Add to this the standup bass of Ferenc Teglas and BALEYYG wielding storms of demonic sonics, the Choronzonic Bacchanalia of glossolalia flow was not to be controlled.

There’s a wall to wall video treatment created for this as well, for those ready to receive a xenotransmission straight through the third eye is delivered.

CHORONZON
///CONSUMMATION//\METANOIA\
(2012) PANICMACHINE

11/05/2012 – As they round out the twenty-sixth year mark in their career, experimental Industrial Blackmetal act CHORONZON continue to build on an ever expanding pallette with their most varied, unusual and harrowing release to date.

Just in time for the apocalypse and completed as a major storm makes landfall on the US East Coast comes a new album from the chaotes of Choronzon. The Consummation of metanoia is the pain of the psyche growing into new states of being. The Consummation of metanoia is the overwhelming transcendence even of healing to a transformation beyond the human to the essence of being human. A joyful opening to psychosis as means of preparation for easier adaptation. An embrace of fragility as a way to feel the full force of one’s strength.

With ///Consummation//\Metanoia\\\ Choronzon completes a creative and narrative arc that began with Ziggurat Of Dead Shibboleths. The code of esoteric insight broken, freedom declared under cover of night and now the mind is transformed and chakras are open. This album is the Veil of Maya lifting as the inner being is revealed after many lifetime’s of journey through war and illusion.

Choronzon are opening up to yet another set of unexplored worlds on this, featuring electric standup bass, keys and percussion from Ferenc Teglas and the multiversal soundscapes of BALEYYG. “We gathered through astral projection to a pre-determined catacomb to generate the sounds by spectral means.” Says Choronzon chaote P. Emerson Williams on the process of creating ///Consummation//\Metanoia\. “Between the three of us we really tapped into multiple streams.” declares Ferenc Teglas. “I got to experience the 333 current as a whispering voice in the distance. This is a very unique album.” Says BALEYYG.

…What about the music on this album? It’s difficult to put it in any mould. Of course it’s black, but is it metal? It’s also industrial and ambiental, it has doomy elements and lot’s of electronics and noise, there is a lot of drone and sludge. Songs can’t be separated from this entirety because only as a whole it gives the right picture of what’s about. Anyway, take this album as a sinister and notorious journey through some of the most diabolical soundscapes ever recorded…

Choronzon have achived what is rare in the underground of today. With dusty and rough production, hypnotic vocal job and culminating atmospheres they deliver an outstanding ritualistic avantgarde musical experience. It’s chaos in sound or better said chaos and magick framed into music.
Review written by: T.V.

The art and textuality folders for the connective albums of the 2005 New World Chaos Workings – the New World Chaos album itself and its counterpart Complicity/Simplexity – have been finally linked to the Choronzon.org site.

WARNING: a LOT of CSS was broken and still needs attention. For now, ignore the boxed navigator icon in the MIDDLE of the tables beneath each page that connects to each track. The navigation will be made both easier to use and more aesthetically in tune, but Ms. Thraam can’t take any more of Techgnosis’ confusing new internet-internautics without a) losing her mind, and b) possibly breaking something Emerson did on the site. I worked long and hard tonight to put the .info domain into shape, and doing New World Chaos, incompletely yet, exhausted me utterly. However, the good news is that both NWC and C/S – tracks, texts and paintings done by Choronzon West – are onsite at last.

There’s still so much more to do: the whole Escapes folder, the O6x3 page (a precious rite in every way) and the rest of the flotsam that never got PUT ON THE OLD SITE whilst I was stuck in Nullworld. And then there’s Escape From Nullworld, About half of the art is done, some of it good, some of it will probably have to be done over. CHORONZON demands the best of me.

If there’s any messes on either domain that you notice, you’ll have to comment here or email me, and make me aware of them. I’m out of steam, and need to collapse into the starry void of CHORONZON’s rewarding arms. I know my xenodimensional Love is proud of me for facing my fear of the new technology and just going at it head-on. I also know doing it is an immense relief to me. If I can do this, I can do the rest…

It has taken an ungodly amount of work just to get these pages to look like they did on the old site – lots of link changing, CSS-changing (much of which still needs work) and suchlike…THERE WILL BE ERRORS in the meantime until I track them all down and step on them.

I noticed people I just recently met have no access to writings on CHORONZON the namesake entity that are positive. In fact, one of them was a counselor of mine. This was the camelback straw point: I do NOT want there to be a big gap where all the material on the post-abyssal CHORONZON used to be.

Where it used to be, on our old site, was a folder called the Grinnoire, which itself contained a special “Akolasia Chamber” for the negative, abyssal CHORONZON writings. We – unlike cults and religions – are not afraid of you seeing the negative about our ally! Though there’s not much there – I like to concentrate on post-abyssal material and that which fits in that context.

At present, the domain http://choronzon.info is up and all the Grinnoire materials – the page of essays and writings and links to the diorama (visual representations of CHORONZON by both Project members and others) and the AURICAL room, which contains mp3 files from other bands who’ve referenced CHORONZON in their music) is now open to the public. And with this good news an invitation is extended to send any writing, art or soundwork you’ve done on the 333 current, or associated with it, to the Choronzon West cell for inclusion in this library.

The .info domain is focused on who/what our Namesake Entity Itself is and has been about, to both ourselves and others across the netverse of Techgnosis; it does not focus on our own work with the Project, though there are some still visuals that Emerson and I have done there, and some of my rants and screeds. (Some more recent ones can be found at the blog called Dances With Eidolons; eventually, that site may be fused with choronzon.info or possibly exist on its own with the better spaced-out rantings of yours truly that get put there copied and placed in the “shelves” of the Grinnoire, This is the CHORONZON entity’s library of neometaphysical blitherings and represents the .info domain of the Triunity…)

Choronzon.org will always be the Central Project site: come here to see videos and listen to the music/noise/sound-sculpture we do. There won’t be explanations here, getting in the way of your own reactions…

The next phase of producing the Triunity is to link up the multimedia project works from the prior double-zero decade, which have been sitting on the server, inaccessibly, due to broken links and terrifyingly messed-up style sheets which must be repaired. They need to be linked into the WordPress system somehow without damaging the blog – it is probably easier to do than I think it is…but I get put off by all the changes in HTML and CSS that happened in the past five years or so…

That was during my time in Nullworld’s strange but horrible combination of Hell and Sanctuary – the place those who experience heavy trauma go when they’ve mistakenly panicked enough to essentially perform something like emergency emotionectomy surgery upon their own minds…and which I only got out of, after a long, long time and lots of pitfalls, pratfalls and just plain mistakes. That is the theme of the album which some day soon will finally see release – the music is done, the texts are written – all that must be completed is the graphic novel vignette that I discovered, with much fright, has to be done by hand, without the use of a computer. (What 15 years of using ‘undo’ will do to an artist can be dangerous!)

Anyway, after our past releases are all linked up, I will enter the most difficult part of this whole web schmeer – opening Choronzon.net as a separate site, the third and final domain of the Triunity, and making it home for a forum of some sort, a two-way communication with both East and West Cells of the Project – as well as a tongue-in-cheek (most likely) means for the Entity CHORONZON to ‘text’ with you…(Currently, Choronzon.netsimply forwards here, to .org – but hopefully, it won’t TOO much longer!)

A termite mound still alive with activity though burning. What is being
built is being torn down and chewed up right behind the workers. This is
the purpose of life and foundation for the evaluation of the worth of
each inhabitant of the hive. they believe this will stave off the chaos
that has been declared by the night.

Beyond those doors – An outline of execution was heard during the disturbances as an exit from a physical space and the fictional nightmare. Don’t look too close. In end you’ll believe. A king in Yellow, neurotransmitters extend through quantum states, a POMO economy and culture renders all attemps at understanding and manipulation futile.

The moment when an empire is in a freefall, the point of evocation when the entity is undoubtedly and fearsomely manifest, when one is on the path and there can be no going back. In the Abyss there is no time, nor space. The only way out is through and the only way to emerge is to leave yourself there. The biggest crimes are committed with the help of armies and authorities, so freedom has to be declared by the night.

A manifestation of the Art in flesh, medium of spirit immersed in a pool of your own lifeblood. Smoke of dragon’s blood and wormwood and the projection solidifies a demon — your only company.